Last night I logged onto my computer to look up whatever nasty little aphid or bug is infesting my brussels sprouts. I released 2,000 ladybugs on Sunday night and yesterday they had all flown the coop. Yet there was a smorgasbord right in front of their beady little eyes!

Instead of researching bugs I saw this message sitting in my e-mail box from our caseworker: Seeking prospective adoptive family! *gulp*. It's another situation outside of what would be considered "normal" but fuzzier than the last one. On top of us struggling to figure out if we should revisit our checklist, (because really, how many times can I spend a couple hours frantically goo.gling combinations of possibilities before I go crazy?), the baby is currently in cradle care.

We could very well have a baby in a few days.

...but we won't because, as I stated before we're struggling pretty hard with the information presented to us. But at least we're learning what the hell an Apgar score is and the various other things that have effect on outcomes...

On the plus side, after a long talk with our caseworker I learned that we are No. 25 on the list and there are 2 matches in limbo at the moment so we may move up a couple spots in a few weeks when the babies are born. There's also a few expectant mothers due in mid-July and August who are currently making adoption plans although that could change. We're still on pace at 1.75 spots per month which means our best chance for a match is probably after the first of the year. However, we are still open to considering cases that don't quite fit despite my loss of productivity every time it happens. Not that S isn't involved, but I have the researcher gene more than he does. :)